Under His Touch - JJK

Chapter 9

Jungkook

She shouldn't be here. I can't do her any good.

I've seen the look in her eyes. It's why I'm trying to stay away from her. But who am I kidding? I'm not doing this for her, I'm doing this for myself.

I throw off the covers, having a shitty night's sleep, I rub my hands over my face.

I'm just someone she finds intriguing. Nothing more.

I haven't talked to Grace either, despite the fact that she calls me every day. I try to ignore her, pretending to be busy when I'm not. I can't talk to her.

Like, seriously, what guy my age doesn't want to wake up to a woman like her, riding him in the morning. Thinking of starting a future, a family.

I certainly don't have any business worrying about having another responsibility over my roof right now. I'm too old having her walking around my house half naked. I'm not a pervert, but damn. If only we didn't fuck that night, everything would have been easy.

Blake, that fucker. He should have kept her there.

I sit up and swing my legs off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. I'm not in a mood for a run today. My back is absolutely killing me. I should call Jules to come over and give me a massage.

When I make my way downstairs, the scent of eggs wafts from the kitchen, indicating that I'm not the only early riser. Y/N must have woken up before me. I glance over at her to see what she's up to as I pass by.

The black leggings clung to her curves perfectly, while the green tank top highlights her flawless skin. Her hair, tied up in a ponytail, swayed with each step she took. I remember how it felt wrapping it around my hand, feeling its softness and sweet scent.

"Good morning" I pour a cup of coffee, not looking at her. 

I admit, there are times when I act like an ass, but I just can't seem to control it. It's like I'm not even in charge of my own actions. The way she effortlessly connects with Kian is impressive. I wish I could do the same, but I just can't live up to her expectations.

She'll make a habit out of it. And I need to maintain our boundaries to ensure it remains professional.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon" she doesn't look at me either. "I cooked up some omelettes. Help yourself while they're hot."

She hasn't said anything to make me feel like we are doing something wrong. Actually, I'm the one who overreacted last night when I didn't find her at home, after I got back from work. But I was extremely worried when she didn't return until late at night.

She is not talking to me like she did before. She is making it easier for me.

But why I can't seem to shake off this feeling of unease about this situation. It's like I'm longing for the way her eyes used to gaze at me. Now, all I get are blank stares in return. My thoughts are all over the place, and I can tell something just doesn't feel right.

This is not good. I need some fresh air. Setting the mug down on the table, I exit through the glass door and enter the garden.

I take a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze against my skin. I settle down on the outdoor sofas and grab my phone to give Jules a call.

"Hello, Mr. Jeon" she picks up right away.

"Hi, Jules. Can you come over today?"

"Of course. Usual time?" She asks.

"Yes."

The sound of glass breaking in the kitchen catches me off guard, causing me to abruptly end the call and hastily make my way inside.